Anyone got a ticket?
Not everyone in America, it seems, is looking forward to this week’s giant Obamafest. Case in point: Sunday night, the bar at Fort Lauderdale International Airport. (Yes, they have flights to Jamaica.) I’m killing time, watching a woman throw back tequila shots, a little too early in the day. Curious, I turn to her: “nervous flier, huh?”
“Not particularly,” she answers. “Like tequila?” I persevere. “It tastes awful.” I won’t be defeated: “burgeoning alcoholic?” Exasperated, she turns and says: “this week is…
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